The Vacuum Cleaner Ceremony

The ceremony it is a must.
Once more i find, it`s inclined,
the carpet is full of dust.


My vacuum cleaner, springs to mind.
The suction magic, to dust is tragic.
Cleaning power we trust.


Watching the dirt, disappear.
With it`s awesome suck up thrust,
to empty the bag it`s time again,
the dust came out, covered my clothe`s.
And look like they are covered in fust.


A good brush down with smile and frown,
neatness is returned.
A nice clean carpet, and clean clothe`s,
I sometimes gladly earned.


The carpet so much better clean,
the dust free scene, no one even a clue,
To how big, the dust cloud has been.
Even the tables after the dust down,
a lovely well kept sheen.